Hey guys, Well i was thinking about it and also of you asked for another chapter to the original false accusations, i thought i could do one better, and i made a sequel instead. At the moe, my computer is not working, i am on the school one at the moe (shhhh) but if there is anything that confuses you in formatting or something like that, just PM me.

anyway, to the fic...........

False Accusations: Deliverance

Summary: With Abby and Ziva safely back in DC, life continues as normal. But when an old face threatens not only their lives but the lives of the team, they must work quickly to finally put an end to it all. (Sequel to False Accusations)

Disclaimer: Don't own …except made up characters

Rating: T but will go up

Warnings: Some bad language, violence and…more bad language

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Chapter one

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She was shaking again, more violently this time, everything becoming a blur in front of her eyes. She brought her hand up to her mouth as she coughed harshly, tiny speckles off blood appearing in her palm.

Suddenly she grabbed her head in pain and finding it difficult to support her own weight, she hit the floor with a hard thud, pressing the heels of her hands into her ears, the whispered noises all around seeming to deafen her…

- One week and two days before -

Abby woke from yet another bad dream, her eyes flying open and slowly adjusting to the dim light in her room. The orange glow from the streetlight outside seeped through gaps in her blinds, crawling along the dark wood floorboards and lighting the black coffin she slept in.

Shifting uncomfortably against the red velvet of her 'bed' she sighed and slowly got to her feet, reaching her arms up to the ceiling and stretching them as high as she could.

Switching on her lights with a simple flick of a switch, a brightness invaded the room, making her groan and close her eyes as the bright yellow lights burned them.

Dragging her feet as she made her way to the bathroom she quickly stripped and got into the shower, smiling as the hot water cascaded down onto her skin, blemishing her pale complication with a reddish tint.

Once she had washed she quickly got dressed and opened the blinds, glancing down on to the still darkened streets of DC. Pulling the door to her bedroom open, she walked out into her murky living room, the outline of glow in the dark skulls lighting the ceiling. Before starting for the front door of her apartment she strode in to her kitchen and opened her fridge door and pulled out a Caf-Pow.

Finally, she started towards her front door.

She arrived in her lab shortly after, flicking on lights and turning on computers. Unusually, she didn't bother to turn on her music.

It had been three weeks since they had arrived back in DC, finally away from the wretched prison. The last few months weighed heavily on her mind, and stood staring out the window she didn't notice the clack of heels enter her office until a welcome voice spoke up.

"Where are the Pigtails?"

Upon hearing the voice, Abby spun round excitedly, a large grin crossing her features as she saw Ziva standing by the door with a Caf-Pow in hand.

"Gibbs asked me to give this to you." The Mossad officer said. Abby squealed and hopped towards her friend, throwing her arms round her neck and bringing her into a tight embrace.

"You're back!" she screamed in delight, hugging Ziva tighter.

"I can't breathe, Abby." Ziva said through gasps for air. Reluctantly pulling away Abby smile widened.

"I'm sorry, but…you're back!"

Ziva smiled again. "Yes, Abby, I am"

It was then that she felt a hand lightly slap the back of her head.

"Welcome back, David." Gibbs greeted with a smile, Ziva smiled back in return, rubbing at the back of her head.

"Gear up, we got a dead Lieutenant." he said as he did a U-turn and started for the door, Ziva watched him, then looked at Abby.

"Well… back to work." Abby smiled at the retreating form of her friend, confused when she stopped just short of going through the door.

"Oh and Abby?" she said turning. "It's over now, we are both safe. Put your music on, pigtails up." Ziva smiled and winked, then without another word continued on her way through the door. Abby smiled widely and pulled some black and red hair bands from her a nearby drawer.

XxX

"Navel Lieutenant Claudia Cole, found dead this morning by three builders, apparently this building should be sealed for demolition." McGee explained as he walked alongside his boss. Gibbs ducked under the half collapsed door frame that lead to the body of the battered Lieutenant.

A woman, chained up by her wrists, hung limply in the middle of the room, her feet barely touching the concrete floor. Her chin rested on her chest, a curtain of hair hiding her face. Her body was bare, and angry red marks and dark bruises littered her skin, her hair was a matted mess.

"DiNozzo, bag and tag; McGee, statements; Ziva, photos" Gibbs barked his orders and the team went about their business.

Ziva frowned as she glanced at the body. The burns that covered the pale flesh seeming awfully familiar. She closed her eyes for just a second, it was like she could almost, feel the hot iron against her skin. Her eyes opened quickly as she pushed the memories aside, an annoying buzzing in her ear distracting her from her thoughts.

"Is this chick gonna be gone soon, cause we need to get to work" said a voice from behind her, she turned round angrily, glaring at the man that stood behind the tape.

"Yeah sweetheart, I'm talking to you…any chance you can get this chick outta here?"

Her heels clacked angrily on the ground as she made her way towards him.

"Is there a problem, sir?" she asked coldly, causing the man to take half a step backwards, until he could see that two of his friends had arrived to stand behind him. Realising he wasn't alone, the man smirked cheekily at Ziva.

"Yeah, sweetheart, there is a problem: we need to get back to work. So how about you move that chick from our site so we can get on with some real work… then maybe you and me can get to know each other a little better…" He winked at her as his two friends snickered behind him. Ziva smirked.

"Ok, first of all, younger, richer and definitely better looking men have tried that with me. Second, that 'Dead chick' was murdered, so unless you want to confess to something I would suggest you get your worthless ass out of here. "

The man sighed and stuffed his stubby fingers into his paint covered jeans, his supposedly seductive smile suddenly falling. Seeming pleased, Ziva spun on her heel, and started towards the body.


i know it starts off a little slow, but i promise you there is gonna be a whole lot more action, any things you want to be included just ask and i will see if i can fit it in. don't know how long the story is going to be but i hope you enjoy it. Thanks!!!